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till they fell asleep on the sofa in front of the TV. Then I carried them up to bed. Works every time,’ he said with a quick grin.
‘Now, don’t you worry,’ he added. ‘I’m more than capable of looking after Emily. And I won’t feed her junk food, or lollies. To be honest, it’ll be a pleasant change from sitting at that damned desk, pretending to work. Things wind down leading up to Christmas. My entire workload this week is choosing what grog to buy for the Christmas party. Very challenging.’
He stood up, pocketing her keys and picking up the medicare card and piece of paper with the address. ‘I’ll call, OK? And don’t worry.’
‘I won’t,’ she said, looking much more composed. ‘I can’t tell you how grateful I am.’
Kane threw her one last smile and whirled on his heels.
Nothing made a man feel better, he decided as he strode manfully away, than being able to help the woman he loved.
Jessie worked hard and fast for the next few hours, not leaving her desk till the magazine layout looked perfect. To her, anyway.
Michele returned shortly after she’d finished, and only minutes after Kane had rung saying he was at the flat with Emily and that her conjunctivitis wasn’t too bad. He’d already put one lot of drops in, they’d shared Vegemite toast and a glass of milk, followed by a banana each. Now they were settling down to watch The Lion King.
With her worries about her daughter waylaid, Jessie could focus on Michele’s reaction to her work. When Michele started frowning, Jessie’s alarm grew. Maybe the layout wasn’t as good as she thought it was.
‘I would never have imagined doing it this way at all,’ Michele said at last, tipping her head from side to side as she studied the computer screen. ‘But yes, I like it! You are very creative, Jessie. Kane’s found a real gem in you. Harry’s going to be delighted at your joining his staff.’
Jessie sighed her relief. ‘Thank you. But…would you mind if I left now?’ she asked hurriedly. ‘I know it’s only two o’clock, but my little girl has conjunctivitis. The day-care centre rang and wanted me to go get her straight away, but I didn’t feel I could without finishing the layout first.’
‘That was very professional of you, Jessie. But honestly, I would have understood. That kind of thing happens to me all the time. And yes, of course you can go. I hope your little girl is OK.’
Jessie didn’t want to tell her about Kane coming to the rescue. That was her own personal business.
‘I’m sure she will be,’ Jessie said, standing up hurriedly and getting her things together. ‘Thanks, Michele. I did work through my lunch-hour. And I’m happy to do some extra work at home to make up for the extra hour and a half.’
‘Are you kidding me? You’ve achieved more here in less than a day than your predecessor would have done in a week!’
Jessie laughed and left.
The day outside wasn’t overly hot, but it was humid, Jessie’s blouse sticking to her back as she hurried to the train station. Sydney in December could be very sticky.
The train she caught was quite crowded, Jessie lucky to get a seat. But she was still pressed up against other people, and the air-conditioning didn’t seem to be working too well. Everywhere seemed crowded at the moment, even outside of peak hours. Lots of people doing Christmas shopping, she supposed.
Jessie was glad she’d finished hers. She had Emily’s Felicity Fairy doll and accessories all wrapped up and hidden on a high shelf in one of Dora’s wardrobes, along with a few little cheaper gifts she’d bought during the year. She’d long sent her mother’s card and gift to Ireland. A lovely set of linen serviettes and holders that her mother would probably put away and never use. Truly, she was a difficult woman to buy anything for.
For Dora, she’d bought some place mats and matching coasters in a blue and white willow pattern. She hadn’t spent as much money on her as her mother, but she knew Dora would appreciate the gift more, and actually use it. Dora loved that willow pattern. She had a tea set in it, a vase and a large serving plate.
It came to Jessie during the train ride home that she hadn’t bought Kane anything. In truth, his rather sudden intrusion into her life had driven Christmas from her mind, which was ironic given what she’d said to Dora that night before she’d gone to the bar. Hadn’t she wanted a man for Christmas, some gorgeous guy who’d give her a good time?
Kane had certainly done just that, and more. Much more.
Jessie still found it incredible that he loved her.
But he said he did and she had no real reason to doubt him. Frankly, she didn’t want to doubt him any more. She was tired of her cynicism, tired of trying to stop herself from falling in love with him. Dora was right. Life could be cruel but it could be wonderful.
Kane was a wonderful man, despite his not wanting children of his own. Why he didn’t she had no idea, but she would certainly ask him. Soon.
And if he still insists he doesn’t, Jessie, where can this relationship go? You would want children with the man you loved. And you do love him, don’t you? That was one of the reasons you were crying earlier. Because you knew you couldn’t stop yourself loving him any longer.
You love him and you’d make any compromise just to be with him.
But maybe you’re jumping the gun here, Jessie Denton.
Maybe he just wants to continue being your boyfriend and your lover. Maybe he doesn’t want to live with you, or marry you. Maybe the way it is now is all he’ll ever want.
Dismay clutched at Jessie’s heart. It wasn’t enough. Just seeing him on a Friday night. And occasionally at the weekend. Not enough at all.
But it would have to be enough. She couldn’t force him to want marriage, let alone children. She couldn’t force him to do anything.
Unless…
No, no, that wasn’t right. She would not try to trap him with a baby. It wouldn’t work, anyway. The man who’d written Winning at Work would never succumb to that kind of emotional blackmail. He was strong on his beliefs, be they right or wrong.
The train pulling into Roseville brought a swift end to her mental toing and froing. During her hurried walk home Jessie told herself she should stop questioning everything and just live one day at a time for a while. Things were good in her life at the moment. Kane was good for her. And he was good for Emily. Why risk what they had by wanting more? She was a fool.
‘Sssh,’ Kane said when she burst in through the back door. ‘Emily’s asleep. She nodded off during the video and I carried her into bed. But that was only ten minutes ago. Gosh, you look hot.’
‘I am hot. It’s terribly sticky outside.’ The granny flat was nicely cool, with double insulation in the roof and fans in the high ceilings. Kane looked very cool, sitting on the sofa with his arms running along the back of the sofa and his long legs stretched out before him, crossed at the ankles. Very cool and very sexy.
Suddenly, Jessie felt even hotter.
‘I’ll have to have a shower and change,’ she said hurriedly. ‘Once Emily’s asleep, usually nothing wakes her up, so we don’t have to creep about. I won’t be long,’ she said, and fled into the bedroom.
Emily stayed blessedly asleep whilst her mother stripped off, showered then pulled on a simple cotton sundress in pink and white checks, which looked sexier on her than she realised.
Kane gritted his teeth when she emerged, thinking to himself that he’d better make himself scarce, or all his resolutions about not touching her till Friday were about to fly out the window. But when he rose and reached for his jacket, which was draped over a kitchen chair, her face betrayed that his leaving was the last thing she wanted.
They stared at each other for a long moment. And then she said something